Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.